Sunday, October 7, 2012

Campstove Breakfast Hash

We live in Vermont.  It's GORGEOUS.  In the summer, it's lush and verdant; in the winter, a blanket of snow (usually) blankets the ground, making the world seem so much quieter.  And I'm pretty sure God's just showing off in the fall.  Then there's spring, a.k.a. mud season.  Let's not talk about mud season.

In any case, my husband and I were inspired by a collection of events and people to start making those most of what we have at our fingertips.  I've always enjoyed the culinary bounty that Vermont has to offer - bread, cheese, beer, the freshest eggs I've ever laid eyes on, cheese, pastured meats, did I mention cheese? - but we realized that it was time to expand our horizons.  We began kayaking (in a tandem inflatable, which fits quite nicely in our apartment), and camping; and culminated in spending a long weekend at Green River Reservoir, where campsites are reached solely by boat and amenities include a fire ring, and not much else.  It was perfect.